Vital Strike, Book One: Syndicate

Powers are the norm. Chaos is the result. There is no law and order, and villains run rampant. Clans are created. Alliances are formed. Enemies are made.
Syphon is one of the most infamous villain clans in England, and in the span of a single day, they witness all three.
A new clan, Vitality, arrives in the neighbourhood, and on discovering them, Syphon find themselves bound and with no other choice but to protect them, due old ties and Vitality’s huge mistake of building their headquarters on the territory of one of Syphon’s older allies. Joining forces with this new clan proves to be more trouble than they’re worth. Drama, danger and more than anything else, a break from tedium finds the clan of Syphon as they and Vitality join forces to keep Syphon’s older allies at bay.
But a simple battle may be the easiest challenge Syphon has to face.
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Taylor Ashley sank her knife into just another nobody villain. No
matter how many times she did it, she loved the feeling. Nothing
compared to it. Carbon steel in squidgy flesh. Watching the life
drain from his face, Taylor could no longer suppress the chuckle
building up in her own chest. As she pulled the knife out and let
him fall to the floor with a thud, she felt tingles all over her
body. Oh, how she loved killing!

A final bang from a revolver echoed loud and proud in the now
almost lifeless hall. Taylor turned in time to face her friend as
she holstered her revolver and watched her own victim fall.

"Well," Melissa said, "time for bed, I think." Melissa walked
over and linked her arms into Taylor's, ignoring the frowning it
spurred in her and glancing around the hall at all the dead
bodies lying over pews, lying on the floor, lying on top of other
dead bodies. This wasn't a battle. It was a slaughter. "This
wasn't nearly as much fun as I imagined it would be."

"You expected some random clan, fucked up enough to think
attacking one of our members was a good idea, to be a challenge?"
Taylor shook her head at her naive companion. But still. Melissa
was right. Looking outside the windows, it was starting to get
light outside and her eyes were starting to get heavy.

In an instant their bland surroundings, the comfort of being
around her lifeless victims, all disappeared as she teleported
the two of them onto their corridor in their own clan
headquarters. If it wasn't for the unnecessary number of
unnecessary sconces illuminating all the way down the corridor,
Taylor imagined it would be pretty difficult for Melissa to see.
Not that seeing in the dark would ever be a problem for Taylor.
It was just a little taste of her mother's ability. Inherited.

To say that their headquarters was oversized for the number of
members they had would be an understatement. On this corridor the
only rooms that were occupied were Melissa's and Taylor's,
opposite from one another.

As they reached the middle of the corridor, and their rooms,
Melissa unlinked their arms and kissed her on her cheek.
"Goodnight." She turned and began inputting the four-figure code
for her door, while Taylor frowned and vigorously rubbed at her
cheek.

"It's things like that that makes Jess and Kerri think we're a
thing."

Melissa's door opened, the green metal sliding upwards. She
leaned in the doorway and smiled back at her best friend. "It's
reactions like that that will make me continue." She turned on
her heel, and walked away from the doorway as it slid back down
and closed. "Goodnight, sweetie," she called through the door.

"Goodnight, cutie," Taylor called back. As Melissa's giggle
travelled through the door, Taylor's smile stayed with her as she
teleported into her own room. She couldn't even remember the last
time she went to bed at night instead of the morning.
Nevertheless, she changed out of her uniform into sweatpants and
surrounded herself in the comfort of her mattress and duvet. She
slept like a baby, with wonderful dreams of taking on entire
clans on her own, and cutting vigilantes to pieces.